My New Life - Worm: The Celestial Forge and its eccentric master

by Demon dark mezzo sangue

Inspired by Brockton's Celestial Forge and Tinker of Fiction. A great lover of the Celestial Forge, he renounces living his dreams as a writer, but struck by the inspiration, he begins to write his original story, for an unknown reason, it ends up inside the body of the newly created character. Good part has owns the Celestial Force,the bad part finds himself as Taylor's cousin.

1. Chapter 1

I had a dream where I was stealing my mother's car, the person helping me is Taylor Hebert as Skitter.

Oddly enough I'm dressed like Robin from Young Justice, as I sit behind the wheel and it turns into some sort of tech jet, Skitter stares at me and waves me off.

To make a long story short, I destroy the gate of my house, burn down a cornfield and almost run over a cow ... I wake up when the plane manages to gain altitude.

My followers know that I design stories and not the public until I have a strange dream with the characters of my story or I am sure to publish it, usually the first.

I interpret it two ways:

1) Start Project Ourobus, my Worm X DCAU story, in which a person with powers, chosen using Worm Squirrelly CYOA plus some Jumpchain items, enters Gotham City.

2) Start up the Forge project, meaning a person is reincarnated as Harold Holmes-Hebert, a cousin of our beloved, Master Bug. Instead of becoming a Tinker of fiction, he gains the power of Celestial Forge.

I've decided to do both, so I wish you welcome to Project Forge.

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Title: My New Life - Worm: The Heavenly Forge and its eccentric master.

Chapter 1: Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it.

There are two great tragedies in life. The first is wishing for what you cannot have ... the second is getting it.

During childhood like every child I dreamed of becoming a superhero like Batman and Ironman, getting superpowers and saving the world.

Some more than others, in my case this dream has never completely disappeared, perhaps transformed into many different forms, but it has always remained alive within me.

Adolescence made me discover the Anime Isekai, the dream of being a superhero in armor technology / magic was replaced by fantasies of a protagonist Isekai with magical powers and a harem composed of Magic Girl, Monster Girl, Robot Girl etc..

Adulthood has shattered many of my youthful and immature dreams, as well as limiting many of my interests that are considered inappropriate for a 21 year old man.

These days I no longer want to be a superhero, I long to become a writer and bring the next great comic book hero to life.

But there are always obstacles on the path for both heroes and ordinary people, in my case parents want me to become a lawyer, a doctor or something more stable and achievable.

I understand the desire of parents to see their children grow up with a stable job and happily married, but what is the point of professional accomplishment if it doesn't make you happy.

You have my parents these words did not have the slightest effect, so I ended up at a university very very far from home, enrolled in an economics course.

A flood of numbers and statistics for a person who turned the entire high school to a humanities program, where history and sociology were my strong subjects.

I agreed to leave my dreams in the drawer, all to fail most of my written exams and suffer a minor nervous breakdown.

The one thing I learned from college is ... my parents are obtuse that I do not understand that not all be successful men.

They tried to challenge the very nature of my essence, they want to fly a fish even at the cost of killing that pest.

I swim in fine arts and words, I could be a psychologist, but they want a successful entrepreneur who turns coal into gold.

It's their pressure is killing my nerves. I've learned something else too, dreams are hard to kill.

If being a superhero, protagonist, or writer isn't possible, can a mediocre fanfiction writer go?

An innocent pastime to lighten up my life and have a creative outlet for my inner child. I would have quit college if I didn't have this outlet.

On fanfiction I discovered Worm, after several reads and some mediocre publishing.

Unwittingly, I became a huge fan of two categories of Worm stories:

One, Tinker of fiction, a person wakes up as a 12-year-old orphan related to Worm's protagonist, as well as being a Tinker with a specialty based on a fictional universe that changes regularly.

Two, Celestial Forge, the best stuff ever written in my opinion, definitely in the top 10 fanfiction inserts on the planet if there is such a thing.

One person gets Celestial Forge, the greatest combination of creation powers in Jumpchain, which means it's the greatest combination of creation abilities in all of fiction.

One of the most OP powers ever, only Power Manipulation/King Maker from Worm's first CYOA can hope to compete against this crafting behemoth.

Long story short, I've become a tad obsessed with it, especially since before this I invented a character named Omicron-23, his powers are perks and Jumpchain purchases from over 30 Jumpchains and several CYOAs.

Weeks of taking perks from all sorts of interesting abilities and separating everything into magical powers, scientific powers, mysterious powers, innate abilities, magical subclass items, food subclass items, weapon subclass items, etc.

Then I find out that someone has already done similar stuff only better and less messy.

The jealousy and anger died by the end of the third chapter, replaced by admiration and the goal of someday being able to do similar work.

So at the last publication of Brockton's Celestial Forge, specifically chapter 41, which I read over and over again with a few breaks, it's an incredibly long chapter, I was struck by a desire to make a story that was at minimum a 1/1000 as good as this story .

In fact, I wished I was Aperion or a Celestial Forge user, on second thought maybe wished too much.

Anyway, driven by inspiration, I open my laptop and start writing my story.

The main character is an OC named Harold Holmes, Full name Harold Holmes-Hebert.

A boy between the ages of 16 and 17, tall and thin, with the physique of a swimmer, blond hair and green eyes. Modeled in my head as a combination of the male version of Saber / Arturia from Fate Stay and Jin Kisaragi from BlazBlue.

Harold is the son of Edward Holmes and Talia Hebert who is the half-sister of Annette Hebert, born due to a fling between Annette's father and a blonde secretary with deadly hips.

To make a long story short, Harold is sort of Taylor's estranged cousin who grew up in England until a certain Herokiller ravaged his town, killing his parents.

His consolation prize a solo trip to Brockton Bay, where his last living relatives reside, all granted free of charge by social services.

Bonus, the mental trauma caused by the devastation of a giant dynamokinetic monster, gifts him a key impossible to lose or steal, leading a mostly empty pocket dimension.

His background history of this character has been done, I have to add depth, a character, flaws and vices.

Writing this seemingly superficial stuff allows me to get to know my character better, get inside his mind, as well as make him more realistic.

For example, Harold Holmes-Hebert was forced by his father to play the violin and take fencing lessons. He possesses a small passion for fine arts and love for Italian racing cars. One of the best students in his school having only excellent grades and a perfect line of 10's in math, physics and science.

Stuff like that and other less interesting facts about the Harold Holmes-Hebert story.

But when I had to choose my protagonist's stage name, Omicron-23, Iron-Star or Schrödinger, the impossible happened ...

I woke up in a cheap plane flying over the Atlantic, inside the body of my newly invented character.

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The long plane ride took me to Boston, beautiful city, I managed to take a picture of a couple of superheroes on patrol, I even got Flechette's autograph.

Seeing a bunch of people in costumes jumping on rooftops or flying through the air erased any possible doubt of being inside a weird dream.

After spending a few hours in Boston I was picked up by a car belonging to the social services that took me to Brockton Bay.

Along the way the social worker told me about my new guardian: "Danny Hebert, a respectable family man with a steady job."

Those words defeated any hope of finding me in a lesser-known superhero franchise.

One-Punch Man, My Hero Academia, Gatchaman Crowds, Charlotte, even Sailor Moon, Tokyo Mew Mew or Cardcaptor Sakura would fare better than Worm.

I think this is kind of a cosmic balance, you gain phenomenal powers with infinite potential and get sent off in an incredibly crappy way.

The government car is driving me to Brockton Bay, specifically leading me past a tiny log cabin, my stomach feels upside down and my head hurts.

Among the obvious differences between Earth-Bet and regular Earth, one of the most subtle is that the foster care system is doing its best to get children to their families sooner, even if it means moving across the globe.

The reason for this is that with all the cheating and the Endbringers and the Cape, most countries that still have infrastructure have too many orphans to deal with, so if there is, somewhere, a living family. They will do their best to make the child their problem.

Speaking of crossing half a globe, the plane ride was enough to allow you to have a panic attack, throw up in a bathroom, eat peanuts, throw up peanuts, cry.

I could have reacted better, but I could have done worse, being stuck in a flying death trap greatly limits your actions and reactions.

Certainly many people have asked me if I am okay and so I need an aspirin.

To avoid further complications I had to lie in a way.

I reacted so badly because I was kidnapped by an invisible cosmic entity that forced me to live in Worm.

My "character" reacted so badly because he can no longer deny anything, his parents are dead, his city was destroyed by an Endbringer, now he has to live in a city full of criminals with strangers.

With an excuse like that, plus a "little" phobia of flying on an airplane, my interlocutors stopped asking questions.

Being an orphan survivor of an Endbringers attack is an inviolable barrier to hiding my abnormal behavior on my first plane ride.

The only good part of it all was the experience of being consoled by a beautiful brunette named Makoto and watching her kinky beat up named Kagura.

A half Asian, half American beauty with an athletic body and a fairly developed home ...

Putting aside memories of being hugged by a busty girl who seems to have gone through a similar problem as me.

I shift my attention to the door that opens and see the family that will officially be taking care of me from now on.

The man is a loser, more dead than alive, trying to forget the pain of losing his love by throwing himself into a job that is impossible to accomplish, a loser too busy to see his daughter's problems.

A few steps behind him is his daughter, a fifteen-year-old girl who definitely avoids looking at me.

Her name is Taylor Heber, my maternal cousin?, Half-cousin?, Cousiness? Is there even such a word, cousinastra union of the word cousin and half-sister ...

Never mind, in short I have to live with a loser and a suicidal girl with no friends and no emotional support whatsoever.

Important question, does this wannabe Carrie who is one push away from going completely insane possess her Master powers or does she have to get them?

If for the first question the answer is yes, then I'm screwed, the girl with the fuse lit and about to explode in "spectacular" fashion, as well as restrict my movements until I find a way to create a bug barrier to avoid the Bug-girl scanner.

If the answer is no, that means I'm not stuck with a crazy woman armed with an army of bugs, I'm stuck with an abused teenage girl, declaring it bullying would be too minimalist. Without the eldric powers to compromise her head I could help her. I design gadgets and she uses them on the ground for me, surely she would agree to be my assistant / companion / guinea pig / butler.

It might work if I decide not to stay in a death trap named Brockton Bay. Stay and try to save the town and keep Taylor alive or leave in search of greener, safer pastures.

I remain silent for most of the conversation between Danny and the social worker.

My restlessness is only interrupted when I answer questions directed directly at me.

On one hand I'm happy to be considered too young to deal with typical adult paperwork, on the other hand I'm a grown man inside the body of an almost 17 year old and pretending to depend on this failure will be a difficult experience.

If I'm lucky it will be the same relationship I had with my father, he goes to work all day and I do my thing without being disturbed, we have dinner together, shoot each other in our respective rooms, then repeat the whole process.

I don't need Danny, the only thing I need here is time to grow, nothing else.

So far the Celestial Forge has not stood still, closing my eyes and opening my mind I can see a flood of stars.

The Celestial Forge on the internet was pretty vast stuff for the digital world, but with this authentic Celestial Forge, there is no comparison between the two.

I can waste several hours and count all these stars and the many constellations they provide.

Some stars are tiny (50), some are mediocre (400), a few are colossal (1000).

I'm sure that even if I live to be 100 years old I won't be able to get more than 1/1000th of what this Celestial Forge offers me.

The thing that draws me in is the little sun that resides in the center of this tide of stars.

In fact, more than being one it resembles a sort of energy core or a magic crystal that holds within itself I supreme power.

Maybe I'm exaggerating but I don't care.

This thing is slowly filling up with energy, slowly building up enough energy to fully activate one of these stars.

I just have to live long enough to get a livable pocket size and a well equipped lab, then I will be the new Ironman/Batman style sheriff of this grotesque world.

Back in the world, I can see how Danny shakes hands with the departing social worker.

I stand up to the window and watch from behind the curtain as the social worker scurries away, happy to have done the job.

Turning my attention to the Hebert family, I think for a second about what I'm going to say and more importantly how.

I decide to use a calm and confident tone, hiding the knot in my stomach and the irrational fear of being killed by a "pretty little angel with a crystal clear voice" due to an uncontrollable butterfly effect.

Making me seem like a calm person who reflects to his actions definitely more lead to extra points.

"Great Uncle, Dear little cousin, I enjoyed meeting you for ... an hour and a half, but now that the social worker is no longer around I can leave in peace, see you at the next family reunion." I said, grabbing my bags and walking towards the door.

Call me a coward, I thought about it for a long ... 5 or 15 minutes, but staying in this cursed city that tries to imitate Gotham City before the arrival of Batman, is pure suicide.

Especially when you have to live with the depressed girl who is a natural magnet for Parauman problems, with powers or without powers.

I will return to this city when I have built a legion of war machines and several giant mecha.

Until then, bye-bye Brockton Bay.

"Harold, what do you want to do." Danny asked, placing a firm hand on my shoulder, halting my march towards escaping this asylum.

"I'm a foreigner with nothing to lose, just landed in America, decided to Live the American Dream and see what the founding fathers fought for." I replied half serious and half joking, honestly other than walking away I have no concrete long term plans. The only thing I could think of are rough ideas that will work for a short period of time.

"Let's say, that I let you go off on your own what you're going to do." Danny suggested, wanting to hear what I had to say, humoring him.

"I have several ideas on how to get by in this station called America." I said with an amused smile, I'm not going to say the most gruesome or ruthless ideas that went through my head. Just some of the simplest and most ridiculous.

"Let's hear it." Danny said, motioning for me to sit down and tell him how I feel.

Uncle Fail sits in an armchair in the middle of the living room while Taylor watches me from a distance, remaining silent, clearly "not" creepy.

I put my bags down, but stand by the door, if I see a flock of cockroaches or flies I'm ready to run.

"Plan A) Get a bus ticket and get far away from this town full of Nazi criminals and Asian gangsters and their Kaiju Boss. Find a humble motel to stay in until I come up with a better idea.

Plan B) I steal someone's car, drive to Vegas, win enough money from gambling to have fun with the Buny-Girls and live comfortably on a tropical island with women in micro-bikinis. If things go wrong, escape to Mexico or Cuba.

Plan C) I steal an RV and use scams to get money for gas, once I accumulate enough money or trouble from pyramid schemes, I run away and hide in Oregon, specifically I hide in Gravity Falls where I will either go for a no-questions-asked hustler named Stanley Pines or become Stanford Pines' assistant who is probably a scientist or a Tinker.

Plan D) You reluctantly hope your problems will grow and stick around long enough to give you Tinker powers, then you reluctantly join the Protectorate.

Finally, the terrible plan E) I stay in this asylum until I turn 18 then move to Boston and look for a respectable job and/or follow my dreams of being an artist/inventor in my spare time. "I've told my first five "official" plans, one that is more or less based on a fantasy of imitating the life of Stanley Pines.

Actually my first idea is to pretend to be happy with Danny and Taylor, stay friendly until Taylor lets his guard down.

Once done I offer to make dinner, which will be drugged or poisoned, once Taylor is unconscious and helpless, taken to the basement or your lab. Once strapped to the operating table away from insects and outside interference, brain surgery and many cybernetic implants.

Turn Taylor Hebert into Cyber-Khepri, using Cyborg-Taylor do mass brainwashing at the next Endbringers attack. With the newly obtained army find a safe place preferably on another planet and/or dimension, afterwards send Cyber-Khepri and the army of conscripts to kill Scion just like in the finale. If that doesn't work, pretend you are a victim, that you were the first Khepri victim and force you to empower her using your technology.

This idea might work according to my humble calculations, but to carry it out I have to break a lot of moral codes and do a lot of harm. Basically Cyber-Khepri is Plan Z.

"Harold ..." Danny said, calling me by my "first name," because Akasha I chose the name Harold, why not Watson, Ronaldo, Jackson, Alexander or Drake. Damn my desire to have a character with an alliterative name.

For those who don't know.

In real life, an alliterative name is one in which the first and last name begin with the same sound. In more extreme cases, this can include the middle name as well.

Giving a character an alliterative name is one of the many ways a writer can make a name more interesting and appealing, which in turn makes the character more memorable to the audience. This is especially important in work with Loads and Loads of Characters, where extra help is needed to distinguish them.

In comics, this is especially true for the names of Superheroes or their close parasites. It was one of Stan Lee's favorite tools, since, teeming with projects, he often had trouble remembering character names, and alliteration worked as a mnemonic device. (Though it doesn't always work perfectly - Lee sometimes named "P eter P Almer" and "B ob B anner.")

"Call me 3H, Holmes or Arno, that's all fine, but don't call me Harold, I don't like that." I said to Danny, what I prefer to be called. Maybe I've played too much Nier Automata to want to be called 3H or Assassin's Creed Unity if I want the appellation of Arno.

"Holmes, you said you wanted to be an artist."

"I'm more of a writer, but I have some knowledge of music, in drawing and some other artistic fields. Maybe I can be considered a decent mechanic and Inventor." I replied not put completely, the writer stuff is true, the musician is not , but with the Celestial Forge I will definitely be the next Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart or even better the next Stan Lee.

Adding the currently non-existent knowledge of being a mechanic and inventor serves to explain why I will be able to build weird stuff and fix a lot of broken stuff. I'm not a Tinker building weapons out of a sci-fi movie, I'm an inventor/mechanic/artist prodigy.

"That explains your wacky ideas, you don't even seem to take them seriously. We both know that the D app, is the best of them all. I can know why you insist on leaving before we even meet." Danny said, believing that my eccentric behavior is just a way to allow me to function or that I'm just a weird guy.

"Uncle it's simple, what would you rather be: be a hobo and starve to death in a dark alley or have a roof over your head but risk being impaled by Kaiser, burned by Lung, mauled by Bitch Dogs, drugged and chained by a pedophile or die from crossfire. I choose to starve and freeze to death in a city that is not in danger of exploding metaphorically and literally. " I said in the most serious tone of voice I can muster.

"Speaking of Brockton Bay. It's not that bad." Said Danny, trying to assuage my fears, if I wasn't an avid reader of fanfiction I might believe it, but there are over a thousand stories in here this town gets bombed by a megalomaniacal Tinker and her bombs.

"Maybe because you're not a black man, only 2/3 want you dead. But I'm sure to become the target of all the madness.

I'm a white, blond, green-eyed guy with a British accent, cute, and seem to belong to a privileged, wealthy status.

Drug addicts will want to "throw me off my pedestal" by being poor with resentment towards society.

Asians will lash out at me to get a ransom from rich parents or a gateway to the port through Uncle.

The Nazis will give me an offer impossible to refuse, you join or BANG, that's in the best case scenario. If I find out I have a thing for Asian girls ... race traitor ... make it a public example or give it to Hookwolf. "' I answered truthfully, thinking of one of the many, many Bad Ends that can happen to me if I stay here.

"I'm serious. While crime is an obvious problem for Brockton Bay, outside of the more isolated places it's not so it's not how TV and the Internet present it, but it's true." Said Danny, in a sincere and reassuring tone.

For the cosmic entity that kidnapped me, poor Danny believes what he said, for him this hell of a city is the norm.

Living in the desert for so long he forgets what water is really like. Maybe if he would see a city without Nazis or dangerous criminals he would have a heart attack.

"If the universe sends me a sign at this very moment I'm walking out of here." I stated and immediately after receiving my sign.

To Danny and Taylor the sign was a loud grumble coming from my stomach begging to be fed something more substantial than peanuts.

But in reality, the core of the Celestial Forge has filled up immensely with energy in the meantime that I've been talking to Danny. The energy built up enough and I got my first real purchases.

My first purchase an odd drink vending machine, already location in an agglomerated area of the city, a more or less stable source of income sounds good to me.

The second purchase are high-tech mechanical gloves guarantees the intent to build very small objects or do delicate operations. A really useful device for building delicate instruments that need precision.

The third purchase, the ability to make everything I build will always be fantastic, aesthetically pleasing etc.

The fourth purchase, no item, just the knowledge of an experienced mechanic. An expert mechanic from an action movie, because I'm confident I can turn a rusty car or old cab into a missile and explosion proof race car.

Purchase number five is a well-stocked garage, nothing special, just a simple garage to help me build a car worthy of the Jason Statham movies of the Transporter franchise.

Purchase number six is a French make car, specifically a Peugeot 406, a favorite car because it is the car that appeared in one of my favorite Taxxi movies.

So far so good, no futuristic weapons, but becoming an unparalleled mechanic sounds great to me, I wonder if there is illegal racing in this town, I wish to participate.

The appetizer is nice, but the main meal has just arrived.

Purchase number seven, eight and nine have the same origin. Twenty or so Magic Circuits of the highest quality, the basic knowledge to use these Magic Circuits without frying my nerves like Shirou Emiya did and perform a few rudimentary spells and ... my own personal soundtrack.

The dream of getting my own version of Unlimited Blade Works is getting closer and closer, along with Waifu Saberface. It will take months of study to become even 1/10th of the Magus that is Rin Tohsaka. I'm sure I'll gain advantages to fill in my gaps or overcome normal limitations though.

The penultimate gift is the knowledge and innate talent to modify, create, new machinery, especially firearms, it seems to have come along with a sort of "stamp" that I can apply to any personal creation. Being a gun master doesn't sound like anything great to me, but the stuff of having my own unique stamp really appeals to me.

The final gift, a Moth, the blessing of a deity that seems to work like an empowerment/leveling system right out of a role-playing game. This stuff in itself makes me kind of like a Dauntless, the more I fight the faster my level grows which makes me stronger, as well as granting a skill with each level gained. I thought, critiquing each gift in part, happy to see that I got some very interesting stuff from some of my favorite franchises.

The only thing I regret besides being in Worm instead of Marvel/DC or any series with heroes, helping Ironman build his armor or assisting Lelouch in conquering the entire world, I get chills just thinking about the possibility.

But I'm stuck in Worm, stuck in Worm with a huge magical tattoo that is impossible to remove.

The Falna will be one of my most powerful weapons in both the short and long term, but an immense shiny tattoo etched on my back do glimpse questions if I'm caught in the middle of a level upgrade.

"Well, Great Uncle, Emo Cousin, greater forces that I barely cover tell me to stay here.

So here's my proposal, I'll stay with you for about three months, if I like it I'll stay until the major or get a better arrangement.

In exchange for a roof and turning the ceiling into an art/science lab, I'm willing to share 15% of my future income plus exclusive access to my artist/mechanic consulting services.

However if the city explodes less I go away, if that damn monster of the deep or his screeching sister come to finish their big brother's work I run away without looking behind me. " I said extending my hand towards Danny, finishing up by presenting my offer.

"Holmes you are an odd but nice guy, I think I can take you up on your offer, welcome to the family." Danny said, shaking my hand.

I wonder if he would be so happy to accept me with open arms if he knew I was considering drugging him and turning him into a Berserk-Cyborg.

"This is my new life, I'm going to go get my bags unpacked." I muttered, taking the bags upstairs as I mentally curse myself for deciding to stay in this asylum and pray that I can survive the impending disaster.

'Akasha, Azura, Alaya, whatever cosmic or magical entity that did this to me give me the strength to resist Worm.'

Continued ...

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Benefits / Article Jumpchain obtained:

Access Key (Personal Reality) (Free): This is a special key that gives you access to your personal reality and its contents. When inserted into a lock on any door, the door opens to reveal a door into your reality at a predetermined location within it. You are the only person who can take the key from the lock, the gateway remains open as long as the key is in the lock, and if the key is lost or stolen you will find it in your pocket a few minutes later. You cannot lock the gateway while you are inside Personal Reality.

Entry (Personal Reality)) (Free): This is the room where your passkey opens the door. It starts out as a 5-foot cube with blank white walls, floor, and ceiling, as a few doors, one leading to your current host reality, the other to your cosmic warehouse, with additional doors leading to other extensions as they are added to your Personal Reality. Feel free to customize this entrance as you see fit. Additional rooms can, at your discretion, be connected only to certain keys or only to certain interiors. This allows you to have an entrance just for skiing if you wish.

Vending Machine (Toaruverse) (50): Randomly flavored while dispensing the vending machine which, regardless of where it is located, produces a profit. Eats high dollar bills at times and always dispenses at least one drink when shaken sharply. It's a little old with loose springs but won't need repair and is always restocked, watch out for random barbecue and have strawberry mixes

Micromanipulators (Toaruverse) (50): These delicate gloves are designed for scientific purposes. They are reinforced with small motors and electrically contracting artificial muscles to allow you to perform delicate work on a micron scale. Although best suited for scientific experiments, they can be used in any situation that requires steady hands such as pointing a gun, conducting brain surgery, cooking, defusing a bomb, or even bypassing some redirection and shielding skills.

Tailor Made (Career Model) (100): You're a brilliant designer and can make sure the items you create are always fantastic, aesthetically pleasing and likeable. Making something beautiful no longer takes time or effort, you can focus entirely on function and whatever you make will look exceptional.

Mechanic (Fast and Furious) (100): Cars, especially the ones that go fast, just talk to you. You have no problem repairing and tuning any motor vehicle and can rebuild it after the most devastating accidents. You can keep anything in top condition with a few simple tools. Of course, you also have to understand electronics, so hot-wiring cars (and sometimes alarm systems) is no problem either.

Garage (Fast and Furious) (100): You have a nice garage and supply of parts. With a few days and some elbow grease, you could rebuild your car(s) from the ground up; you probably have enough parts to make someone else's ride work or even upgrade it.

The Vehicle [Peugeot 406] (Fast and Furious) (Free): This object barely deserves the title of car, at least according to you. A Volkswagen Beetle, a Pinto, or a Yugo, this car technically meets all the criteria and is very affordable, but it would take a master mechanic and a driving god to make it compete with even the worst other drivers they can bring to the table.

Magic Circuits (Fate / Stay Night) (Free): Free magic circuits are the spiritual circuits within the souls of any Magi, though they also form a physical representation similar to a nervous system on the body. These not only generate prana, the basic magical test created through the combination of Mana and Od, but are also what allows any Magus to manipulate their energies to cast magic. They vary tasty in number and quality among individuals. Their intense use can cause pain and numbness, while any use warms the physical body. You start with an average amount of circuits, 20 in total, but each circuit is of the highest quality, equal to Tohsaka Rin circuits. They won't grow naturally, but there are artificial means to increase them.

Basic Training (Fate / Stay Night) (Free): Everyone has to start somewhere. No matter who you started as in this post, you have the basic knowledge of any magic user. You know the basic arts of reinforcement, gradual air, hypnosis, and formality at an average level. Reinforcement is the enhancement of the functions of beings or objects through magical energy. You could become as strong and fast as an Olympic athlete or enhance your senses to the best of human ability and so on, or you could increase the sharpness of a sword to cut through steel or the durability of a shield to withstand small-caliber firearms with ease. Things can only be strengthened so much a particular skill level before they simply explode from overload. Gradation Air is shaping magical energy into the form of an object, which temporarily becomes real. You could create a sturdy but mundane sword or shield with this, though they wouldn't last more than a few minutes at a time. Hypnosis is the basic form of mind control that all Magi learn to use. It can be easily shrugged off by any supernatural being or magic user at this level, but manipulating ordinary humans is fairly easy and only those with exceptional willpower will be able to resist using it without magic backing them up. Formalcraft, generally considered magecraft fordummies, is a way for Magi to use mana in the air, along with sacrifices or ritual preparation, to make casting spells easier or possible for those with little personal magical energy. All of these can be improved over time, sometimes to terrifying levels, but it will take effort and time.

Most remixable song (Fate / Stay Night) (Free): Everyone produces one at one time or another. You can play your own version of Emiyathemesong. Remixed using any of the existing versions as a base, it's a surprisingly epic yet fitting theme for you. If you want, your opponents and allies will be able to listen to the song as well, although it won't be loud enough to distract. However, it will definitely help get you excited.

Fingers of the North Star (Cave Story) (200CP): You have a natural talent with machinery, and this extends to creating firearms. You can disassemble, analyze, and reassemble any projectile weapon you come across, and you have the ability to create unique weapons using strange and esoteric technology. You also get a free "stamp" that you can apply to any weapon you create, to show that it's your work. Even existing weapons are a breeze to make.

Falna (Dungeon ni Deai o Motomeru no wa Machigatte Iru Darou ka?) (300): You are given the blessings of a god or goddess. Your skills, as well as any skills you develop, are represented on your back and your god/goddess can upgrade them for you. Each level increase allows you to potentially acquire a developmental skill and ability whenever you have obtained a new goal, accomplishment, enlightenment or greater belief, allowing you to potentially acquire a new skill based on 300cp would improve the Falna you received that guarantees you would do so you get a developmental skill and ability every time you level up and after this jump the advantages, skills and abilities you have acquired from the past to the future will be translated and displayed in a skill, magical and developmental abilities that you can improve along with the Falna updates periodically automatically. You can also view your Falna in your mind or let others watch your back to view your status along with it automatically integrates any existing system you have access to got all the advantages and discarding so many weaknesses and disadvantages like what would give you the Falna is the God/Goddess of the Familia you choose in the Familia Section and if you are a God/Goddess you can give yourself a Falna even if it is not possible in cannon or the companion who took the Origin of the God/Goddess. After this jump you are given the option to keep this System or not and if you choose to leave this System all development skills,

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Author's Note:

Finally I was able to get my idea down on paper and also publish.

First topic: The name stuff is pretty true, I can't decide what to choose, so I propose you to vote:

A) Omicron-23

B) Iron-Star

C) Schrödinger

If you don't like any of these three, you can suggest/make up a name for Harold Holmes-Hebert's alter ego, which one I like best I will use.

Second topic: I will more or less follow the normal recipe for Celestial Forge. I said more or less because for there will be minor changes:

1) For every Favorite/Follower obtained I will give 10 Extra Points to the character to use to get Advantages/Jumpchain Items.

2) Being a novice in a project that earns you points based on what you write, I will use this system.

Point Progression: Fast: 100 CP for 500 words.

Purchase method: Normal: purchases can be made freely based on accumulated points.

Frequency of purchase: Immediate: purchases are made as close to the target word count as possible.